 Masuk
Masuk
Vivienne's POV My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing the question that had been ripped from my lips. What the hell had I gotten myself into now?The question wasn't the problem. Instead, everything laid in my answer, one I knew very well. Right from the moment Ronan had asked me to describe in details what I wanted him to do to me, I knew. I knew the answer. And not only that, I had successfully replaced the overwhelming, terrifying truth with a manageable, equally intense lie. He didn't need to know that, and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him. Ronan hadn't walked out for a stroll, he had only given me time to obey. The few minutes of quiet wasn't for me to think about it, but a countdown. The fear of getting caught, the note, and the suspicion, had been successfully been converted into a pure, electric fear of anticipation and want, all thanks to yours truly. I wanted to tell myself that I didn't equally want this, but my hands trembled as I stripped. Every piece
Vivienne's POV The note felt heavier the longer I held it. I tried to drop it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do so. I was probably exaggerating, but I hated that the note felt like it weighed a million pounds. It shouldn't have, it was just a small, folded piece of paper, but the weight of what it said pressed into my chest like a stone. She knows.Two words, two powerful words that would definitely break me if news got out. I didn’t even realize I’d walked into the bedroom until the door clicked shut behind me. The quiet hit me first, too soft compared to the chaos outside. The firelight from the courtyard spilled faintly through the window, carving long, uneasy shadows across the room. I should have felt a tiny bit of comfort, considering that I'd been in here before, but it just wouldn't come. I sat on the edge of the bed and unfolded the note again, my fingers trembling. The jagged handwriting looked worse under the light, rushed, angry, and maybe scared. The ink had
Vivienne's POV I had no idea how long I spent in the restroom after both my guests had left me to my thoughts, but if the pain in my legs and ankle meant anything, it was probably a lot, even though it didn't seem that way in my mind. The lights that I swore were just the right shade when I first walked in here, now suddenly seemed too bright. They were harsh and too white, slicing through the haze of what had just gone down a couple of minutes ago. My head pounded, not from alcoho, I hadn’t touched a drop, but from the weight of everything that had unfolded. Maverick’s words, Lana’s smirk, and that single word still echoing in my mind like a curse.Fragile.I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the mirror, pretending I could ignore the unease gnawing in my gut. It was easier than admitting that something in me was beginning to unravel, quietly, but steadily.By the time I made it out of the restroom and back to the yard, the clubhouse was already awake. Too awake. It w
Vivienne's POV For a long moment, I didn’t move. At this point, I wasn't sure I would be able to even if I tried. My feet seemed to have been glued to the door, so I just stood there staring at the door, while I tried to match the voice to a face.It wasn’t Ronan’s. It didn’t have that growl hidden under every word, and it definitely didn't sound like the voice belonged to Callie or any other female, so who the fuck was on the other side? “Maverick?” I finally said, barely loud enough. If there was anything my hesitation meant, it was the fact that I'd just made a big guess and I could only hope I was right. “Yeah,” came the reply, muffled but steady. “You okay in there?”I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Relief flooded through my veins, but I pushed it aside instantly. It was silly, but I mentally counted to ten before unlatching the door. When it swung open, the hallway light flooded in, catching the edge of Maverick’s leather jacket and the silver chain around
Vivienne's POV The bonfire was burning low now, its glow pulsing like a heartbeat beneath the smoke filled sky. It had been hours since the last incident, but that night was still loud with music thrumming and buzzing, loud laughter echoing in every corner, and the metallic clatter of bottles. But underneath it all, there was something else. I couldn't exactly place a finger to what it really was, because it felt more of a shift in the air than anything else. A cool breeze rustled by, but instead of calming me, it only whispered tales of a danger I couldn’t name.I was panicking but for no clearer reason, and I wasn't sure if I was glad about the fact that no one seemed to notice it, or not. Maybe if Callie were anywhere near, she would be able to sniff it out. “Calm down, Vee.” I forced breaths past my lips. “you'll be fine.” I'd barely chanted the words to myself, and I was already starting to feel better, before Lana’s laugh cut through whatever calm I'd been building. She
Vivienne's POV The night was a blur of neon and noise, but the good kind. Firelight flickered across the courtyard, throwing orange shadows over leather and smoke. A huge bonfire burned in the middle of the compound, so you just had to believe me when I said the fire and smoke rose up like its only mission was to overthrow the moon. Music thundered from the speakers, with laughter spilling like beer from the open kegs. If there was onf thing that was crystal clear tonight, Reapers didn’t just party, they devoured the night whole. And I was trying my damn hardest to keep up.I smiled when people greeted me, laughed when they made jokes, and even leaned against Ronan when he passed by, pretending the ground didn’t tilt beneath my feet. But every few minutes, the world swayed, just slightly, like the earth couldn’t decide which way was up.The more time passed, the more I felt like my knees were going to give up from underneath me. I wasn't tired, far from that, but I wouldn't mind








